XII – B
Sitting by the window and looking at the silver droplets fall,
The moist dew on the grass and the clouds in the grey sky above all.
Slowly, walk outside feeling the winds placing a small kiss on my cheek,
Blowing my hair here and there but meek.
The rain splashing everywhere, making me wet,
Everything in front of me, a vignette.
A small smile crossing my lips as I see the colorful chaos,
And I start running across the green grass and moss.
In the distance the rainbow sparkling,
Lighting up the sky and the leaves rustling.
Everything is beautiful and pretty around me,
While I hear others laughing in joy and glee.
A shiver runs down my spine and slowly creeps in,
As I realize the present pricking me like a pin.
Taking in the truth which can’t change,
I walk back inside controlling my rage.
X – B
Pulverised Goddess In a country where people hesitate to say the ‘r’ word, such hesitation is not replicated when it comes to following one’s thoughts into actions. The act of rape has been practiced in our country since time immemorial. For decades, women were unaware of the difference between ‘good’ touch and ‘bad’ touch. Thousands of women have been raped, completely oblivious of what was happening to them. Thousands of FIRs have not been filed. Women have had their mouths shut to live with the eternal shame. Even the children have not been spared from this treacherous act. I do not remember being cautioned against men with salivating mouths and starving eyes while I was still 8 years old. Shivers run down my spine as I read- ‘8 year old abducted, raped and murdered- J&K.’ This incident ignited the spark in the minds of people which resulted in a blazing fire of anger nationwide. To add insult to the injury, instead of heading straight towards the trial, people turned against themselves. Some said that the case triggered the religious differences between the Hindus and the Muslims. Defence of the accused by two BJP Ministers insinuated the differences between people supporting BJP and Congress. But here’s what I stand for. I do not stand for Hindus or the Muslims. Nor do I stand for BJP or Congress. I stand for team humanity. There is nothing more disheartening than the news of the protectors of innocence perpetuating violence against children. A girl completely incognizant of rape and politics was dragged into the agonizing struggle. The temple is the most sacred place of worship. Ironically, a goddess was violated within the walls of the holy temple. Women of all ages have become the victims of this horrifying crime, as though we exist for satisfying the hunger of the enraged patriarchy. Is this what we want to be known for? Is this the mark that we want to leave behind, of raping our mothers, daughters and sisters? For years, the only way we have reacted is silence to this heinous violence. It is time to realise that now ,we won’t remain silent. We can and we will try to strip off the land of social evils and plant the seeds of humanity and civilization. It is time we all fulfill our duties not as Indian citizens but as humans to maintain the dignity of our mother country. Let us all light the torch of justice and kindness to drive away the darkness of ignorance and evil.
VI – D
It is not important that a library must have a magnificent furniture;it is important that a Book shelf must have Good books.Good books are like Good friends.Books are not only one’s best friend but also contribute wisdom.Books are the most accessible and wisest of counsellors. A man will never be alone if, he has a great addition of books. Books enlighten us deep within. Books never complain nor demand anything ; they accept you for who you are. Books have always benefited a human being.So, start reading a BOOK and make them your BEST FRIENDS!!!!!
Arpita Sunil Ahuja
7 – C
A man of integrity, courage and love
the life of an Indian hero now resides up above.
He lived to protect and served with compassion
years of fighting to his death, was his passion.
One day we will see him again
unknowing of that day only God knows when.
Arpita Sunil Ahuja
7 – C
Roses are red, Violets are blue
Monkey like you Belong to the zoo.
So don’t be afraid I’ll be there too
Not in the zoo But laughing at you
So enjoy this poem That I made up for you
Hope it will make you smile
And helps you to enjoy your day too!
Arpita Sunil Ahuja
7 – C
Those we love
remain with us,
for love itself lives one,
And cherished never fade, because a lived one’s gone, those we love can never be, more than a thought apart, fair as long as there is a memory,
they’ll live on in the heart.
12 – B
The other day, an interesting thought occured to me when I was watching TV. As usual the prosaic channels were showing some stuff about the extensive use of social media by youth. It’s true, today’s generation is glued to the screen. (I will use the word screen for any type of screen, mobile, TV etc.) But I wonder, what will happen when these kids grow up and have their own kids. These children have so exhaustively become addict to the JUNK of the social media that there are very few handful people who use it for good. Tomorrow’s generation is smart, tech-savvy, more intelligent etc. etc. Shouldn’t their intelligence be driven to the right track? These kids have lost control of their minds at a very early age. This is the age when you play, study, think and explore for yourselves. Sadly, today’s kids SEE WHAT THEY ARE SHOWN. Their thinking process develops in a manner the manufacturer of the game or producer of the channel wants. They knowingly or unknowing gradually lose the sense of decision-making and patience. The fast-moving objects on the screen have influenced their minds so profusely that they fail to admire the slowness of nature and the significance of patience. They are hooked to the screen to such an extent that of you take the screen away from their eyes for a moment, they go furiously mad. What intrigues me more is that sometimes parents themselves drive children to these kinds of stuff so that they may remain undisturbed for the moment. Little do they realize the unforeseen consequences of their drastic actions. Let’s think a generation ahead. These kids tomorrow will lead their kids to the same path. Slowly, the SCREEN will seep into our culture and will not take long to BECOME our culture. This problem looks trivial today. Children separated from parents, health issues, changing societal atmosphere. But just imagine it on a wider scale. A world where everywhere is busy with their screens, the mess at home is undone, office work is pending, the homework is left unattended. There is no communication… only the click… click… click of the phones among the graveyard silence! Now… I don’t mean you should completely eschew using mobiles (screens) but you should know your limits (make sure you don’t tend it to infinity!) I am a stalwart supporter of digitalisation. But YOU have to decide where and when to put the punctuation marks. We should be the one to control the digital world and not let the digital world control us. Everything in limits is fine.
IX – B
I used to myself doubt
How they could be so stout In the fear of getting caught Left with anything but a naught.
The static current which keeps me moving
The wave of emotions just kept fooling
Eyes so wide they couldn’t be drooling
Hands so numb they couldn’t be cooling.
Oh! I had heard them enough
More than I could stuff
But no one could catch my duff
And say that I was in a bluff. I was wandering in the midst of a lie
The sun soared high in the sky
Nothing but deem met my eye
And I just sighed.
My cheeks flush
The needles crawling to the surface making me blush
I found a fire in a rush Spreading the flames around me such
Like an insect eating a bush. The courage that I could muster
Tangled my stomach in a cluster
My mouth a mighty gusher Couldn’t stop what I could utter.
All the sighing and heaving Made the fire more living Only to know what I was willing
Couldn’t be bought with a peeling.
The mouth went in the down
When they said it couldn’t mount
Screaming the only sound That came out of this mewling mouth.
The metal singing the song of defeat
The red song carved on my meat
The water with wuthering shiny teeth
Scraped out the fire neat.
9 – C
I bleed, I bleed, I bleed
from the heavenly clouds which cannot be seen
I cried on that day not screaming aloud
never shared my pain seeing the crowd
I asked the winds and dust on the road
what will happen, if this was known ?
The winds pushed me apart the dust told me,
the universe was not my part
even though i was the universe
Scared I went into the clouds
they opened the door but flushed me out
The pain punched me into my soul
the cramps held me at joint of my bones
Came the sun and sang the sane
told it was not just a pain
Being a lass I was fertile
I was ethical to bleed with pride
The sun said , five months everyday
trapped in a sphere
I’ll bleed for the man’s sake
in the form of the rain
They painted me silver white
falling from the heaven
I met the ground who saves the world
from flooded pounds
Went the cycle on and off
until the day the sun was gone
Called as a taboo and filth by the man
he prohibited me from the God of his land
I was a poison , wicked and more
only he was the one shining on his own
The land absorbed me throughout the time
not yelling like the others ,
he embellished my fragrance
for the trees and shrubs
But the man was insane and thought
that girls weren’t the part of the human race
I’m telling this tale to all the one’s covered
under the haze of the myths that you create
my sisters are a grace leading your pace
they give you all the pleasure taking all the pain
Still you throw my sisters out
the garbage of your house
they sit under the dilemma
tossing life and death around
I see this everyday you leaving them distressed
as if bleeding without brutality
was a crime they never met
The earth and a girl are not two different commas
both belonging to the world of bleeding trauma
Girls bleed every month to run the human race
it’s time we accept them as normal as a praise
Teacher – Maths
As soon as I entered class II for my substitution period, some students approached me to ask my name, subject and classes I teach. They were very happy to know that I teach Maths. I decided to initiate a discussion on the topic “Maths”.
“What is Maths?” was my first question to them. More than 95% students raised their hands to answer this question. Some of their answers- It is calculation, it is addition, subtraction, it is decimal, fraction, Points and line segments, Data handling, Money and so many answers.
As they were class II students, my next question was, “What is calculation?” After some moments, few of them said that calculation is counting, to count number of objects, addition and subtraction, time calculation (in terms of days, months, years) and so many answers.
Next question to them was “Where do we use calculation in our day to day life?”- Students nicely expressed that weighing (in kg and mg) of fruits, vegetables, pumpkin and our own weight. Measuring of length (in Km, m and mm) of roads, bridges, running distance. Measuring of capacity (Volumes in l and ml). Money calculation while shopping. Fraction calculation- I asked how? Student gave example of “half chapatti” .
One of the students asked me “Why it is important to learn Maths?” I thought, let students only answer this beautiful question. One of the students said that to run shops, offices, person has to be expert in calculation to count money and to manage time. Another student said that to understand solid shapes around us. Another student said that without knowing maths you cannot start a profession or job.
Agenda behind this discussion was to make them think about the importance of mathematics and application of this subject in our day to day life. Knowing application helps to understand the subject better to understand and its correlation with surroundings makes it easy.